Work Text:
The fire warmed Stiles's face, and he smiled. With the trees surrounding them, the stars up above, and their friends talking and laughing, it was almost reminiscent of four weeks ago when he met Derek.
Well…officially met. Stiles had known who Derek was for years before Derek walked up to him the night of the bonfire and introduced himself. What he hadn't known was that Derek had noticed him at school and was interested in him.
Four weeks later, Stiles was happier than he thought possible. Derek was an amazing boyfriend. So attentive and kind. Loving and thoughtful. And hot. As much as Stiles hated putting emphasis on Derek's looks, Derek was seriously the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.
From his perfectly coiffed dark brown hair to his chiseled jawline. From the way his shirts stretched over his chest and arms to the way his jeans fit so snugly that they were just shy of indecent. From the way his smile could light up a room to his expressive eyes that always told so much.
Stiles smiled and sighed in contentment. Derek was the guy most people could only dream of dating.
Memories of the past few weeks competed for his attention. The sweet words Derek whispered in his ear during their dates, the lingering touches on his arm while they'd just sit together, the hugs that seemed to last for days, the way Derek's lips and body felt against his own...
It was all too much.
It wasn't enough.
But as happy as Stiles was, he couldn't help but worry about what the future held for them. He wondered if this blissful feeling would last past the summer and into their return to school or if it would just be a brief summer fling.
He hated the idea of returning to school and never seeing Derek again. Or worse, seeing him and having to pretend he wasn't dying inside. He glanced around, eyes immediately landing on Derek, who was talking to Boyd a few feet away. And it was as if they were magnets drawn together. Derek's gaze snapped to his, giving Stiles that smile that seemed reserved just for him.
All of Stiles's worries about their future vanished in an instant.
Erica and Lydia tried to get Stiles's attention, but he was lost in Derek's eyes. Lost in the way his lips quirked and the way he mouthed, 'Hi.'
Lydia laughed and poked at him, calling him ridiculous, but before he could retort, a drop of something wet hit his face. Stiles looked up just as more spatters rained down on him.
"Ah, shit," someone called out. It sounded like Isaac, another of Derek's friends that had been invited on this camping trip.
Lydia exclaimed, "It wasn't supposed to rain this weekend!" as she rushed to her tent.
And it wasn't. Stiles had checked the weather as soon as Derek asked if he wanted to go camping. It wasn't usually the type of activity he was drawn to in the summer. Or anytime, really. He would have much rather stayed at home, playing video games. Of course, that was before Derek.
Now Stiles would have to say he'd prefer staying home and hanging out with Derek. Preferably making out. But Derek was pretty active, unsurprising since he was a werewolf. They'd already gone to the beach, rock climbing—well...Derek went rock climbing while Stiles cheered him on from the ground—on a hike, and to Six Flags.
So, needless to say, Stiles had a habit of saying yes. Of going wherever Derek wanted just to spend time with him. Not that they only did what Derek wanted. They still spent plenty of time in Stiles's room. Or Derek's. They cuddled on the bed and watched movies. Or made out. They played video games or talked.
They even sat in silence on occasion, each reading a different book. Or Derek would read while Stiles got lost on YouTube. Or Stiles would read while Derek sketched designs of apartments or office buildings.
It was always a good time with Derek, regardless of what they were doing. Honestly, Stiles just liked being in his presence.
The rain started coming down hard, pulling Stiles from his thoughts. He looked around, expecting to see everyone running for their tents like Lydia had, but no one moved. Instead, they looked up at the sky and laughed while the fire died out from the onslaught of rain.
"Your clothes are getting soaked," Derek said, coming up behind him.
Stiles leaned back against him when Derek slipped an arm around his waist. "It's okay."
"I don't want you to get sick."
Which was understandable since he was the lone human in their group.
Derek walked backward, but even though it was dark now without the fire, there was enough moonlight that Stiles could make out Boyd and Scott talking while Isaac chased Erica. Their laughter rang through the trees, and he could imagine them beta-shifted and play-fighting.
When they got to the tent, Derek spun them around, and Stiles fumbled with the zipper for a moment before finally getting it open. He stepped inside the tent, which was far larger than it should be for just two people, but Derek was ridiculous like that. Which was why they also had a king-size air mattress with actual sheets and blankets, even though Stiles would have been fine with a sleeping bag.
"Here, let me help," Derek said after zipping the tent back up, and all Stiles could do was stand there, rain dripping from his hair as Derek undressed him. His breath came out in harsh pants as Derek's warm hands laid a searing path everywhere he touched. Up his sides as Derek tugged Stiles's shirt over his head. Down his legs as Derek shoved Stiles's jeans off, leaving him in his boxers.
And then Derek handed him a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Both were emblazoned with Beacon Hills High School.
Stiles could feel his face flush as he put on Derek's clothes. Or maybe it was because Derek was undressing down to his tight boxer briefs that really left nothing to the imagination. But then Derek tugged on a pair of sweatpants, which was sad.
Thankfully, he didn't put on a shirt, and as soon as they were both on the air mattress, Stiles slid his hands up that gloriously naked chest.
"You're so warm," he whispered, fingers threading through Derek's chest hair. He wanted to rub his face over it, so he did.
Derek's body shook as he chuckled.
"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling a thick blanket over them.
Stiles bit his bottom lip as he glanced up.
"I don't know." He probably should have been embarrassed, but this was Derek. His person. His safe space and happy place. If he couldn't be himself and do weird shit around Derek without judgment, then chances are their relationship wouldn't last. "I don't know. Just wanted to do that."
Derek smiled at him, his eyes soft as he cupped Stiles's face, brushing a thumb over his cheek. "Okay." There was that easy acceptance that made Stiles's heart flip. "Are you cold at all? I brought more blankets."
"No. I'm good. You're warm." Stiles laid his head back on Derek's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Stiles said easily. There wasn't anything Stiles wouldn't answer.
Derek kissed the top of Stiles's head. "What were you thinking about earlier?"
Except that.
Shit. Stiles had been hoping Derek wouldn't have noticed his moment of apprehension, but of course, he had. Derek noticed everything when it came to him.
"Nothing," Stiles whispered, trailing his fingers across Derek's stomach.
His muscles contracted under Stiles's touch, and Stiles wanted to bite every ridge. Wanted to lick across his abs. Wanted to let the tip of his tongue trail up to that mouth he wanted to kiss so badly.
But Derek was quiet, clearly waiting for Stiles to tell him the truth.
Stiles sighed.
"I was thinking about us," he admitted. "And our future. About what happens when get back to school…"
Derek's breath hitched for a second before he leaned down and kissed Stiles softly. It felt like it lasted forever, but at the same time, he pulled away far too soon, tipping Stiles's chin up until their eyes met.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Derek's expression was guarded, not something Stiles was used to.
"I don't know. I mean," Stiles sucked in a breath, releasing it slowly before continuing, "what is this to you?"
Derek's brows pulled down into a frown. "This is everything to me. You are everything to me. Don't you know that? Nothing's going to change between us just because we're back at school in the fall."
Stiles leaned into the kiss Derek planted on his forehead. "Okay. I don't know why I was worried."
He shouldn't have been. Derek had made his feelings more than clear with every touch and kiss and hug. With every smile and soft glance.
"Good," Derek murmured against Stiles's lips as they kissed again.
Outside, the rain had stopped. Everyone must have gone into their tents because the only sound was the wind rustling the trees above them and water dripping off the tent.
But Stiles didn't care. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
Derek pulled out of the kiss but stayed close, his forehead resting against Stiles's.
"You ready to sleep?" he asked, and Stiles nodded, laying his head on Derek's chest.
Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles and kissed his temple, murmuring something that sounded like, "Goodnight."
Stiles snuggled closer, relishing in the warmth of Derek holding him tight. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, dreaming about the possibilities of tomorrow.